Dil-getta gia-hee, ap mari, jaan lehe giyahee

We saw the holy men come in from Sanchi

We touched their souls and heard the Martyrs crying

Among the fields of red we took the strange brew

The windless sky diwali moon were calling to me

The deeper I go, the higher I fly with you

Ooho you, You Take My Breath Away

Ooho You. . .